I was holding the things like it is last thing in world
The hope, the scatter hope
I hope more than yesterday less than tomorrow
maybe I should let it go
maybe It was never meant for me
I am a curse hiding between these people
I don't know how long I can hold
To the day my heart choose
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Author:
saswati das (
Online) - Published: July 15th, 2025 06:27
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